Alex POV
“What kind of girl do you think I am, Alex?” Delilah said with false innocence as she sipped her drink. “I would never stoop so low as to lurk around spying on people.”
“You would if it benefitted you somehow,” I said, “Like if it meant gathering information for you to use as blackmail later, or getting your hands on a mana infused drug that only Conner Silverstone is capable of making.”
The bartender placed my drink in front of me and quickly went into the backroom, sensing the seriousness of the situation between two werewolves.
I felt a slight hum of mana, it intruded on the conversation and I figured that it must be Conner administering the truth serum with some kind of spell.
I caught sight of him in a dark corner of the pub and he nodded in my direction, indicating that his job had been done.
“Fine,” Delilah said, “I spied on you and your little gang, Conner offered me Pink Death so how could I refuse.”